Ripples Of Hope Poem by Job Laz

Hearts in fonder wobble thud
Tied to warmth with every turn of time,
As I find my heart swimming out
To the stretch of a breezing beauty

In my toil-codify
I reach far-flung rest
And in my smiles
I collapse in joyful neat as selfish hurts are lost

In the blow of grace that strains not
I clasp the sway of the Eastern wind
As my fears are washed to shore
And pied with serene hush

In colorful array
I nest my dreams and wishes
As my will is sharpen to battle pain
And the restless beating of the tidal waves

In a happy peal
I find paths on waters
As I collide in a sole number
With jitter-bellows I bloom

Oh! What priceless accord
The swansongs knitted to a better hope
Oh! What perfect chorus
That bids my lurking ache Godspeed to oblivion-end